Guilty pleasures with the one you love

The other day I went out to lunch with some work buddies, and the topic of the day was “getting fat with the one you love.”

But that’s not a precise summation. Folks were talking about very late night dates (4 a.m.) that included bad TV, trashy snacks and (they forgot to mention) sex. Even at the time, they knew to relish every single moment of the badness/goodness.

One friend and her future husband made 4 a.m. cheese fries.

Another friend and his future wife ate ribs straight out of the pan.

So here’s my question: When it’s 4 a.m. and you’re with the one you love, what are you cooking?

On a slightly different subject, what I was doing 23 years ago today was having Manders. When she finally popped out, doctors took one look and whisked her away. Her skin was so very pale they were convinced something was wrong.

About five minutes later, a little sheepishly, they brought her back. There was nothing wrong. In fact, she was perfect.

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4 a.m. we’d be making potato latkes w/ applesauce and sour cream, peppered bacon and eggs over easy. We love breakfast ANYTIME of the day!! If we’re feeling extra frisky we’d add mimosas to the mix and go back to bed!!

Reading your story about having your daughter made me want to share my own news: I’m pregnant! Yay! I’m 11 weeks right now and due in May. I haven’t exactly put it on Facebook yet, but we’re slowly telling people. (At this point, we’re usually sleeping at 4 a.m. Gotta get our sleep now while we can.

I’d leave her place about 3. We would each get a couple of hours of sleep, get up and see each other at school.

At my recent class reunion, someone asked how I met my wife. I said that we taught school together. I had mentioned that I had ordered a new car. One day I told her that I could pick up my car after 4 that afternoon. She said she wanted to see it so I offered to pick her up once I had the car. When she got in I offered her a cigarette and she said, “Oh no. I never smoke. Not a day goes by w/o me mentioning to my classes the problems caused by smoking. If a student saw me smoking, they would no longer believe anything I tell them.” We went to the Village Inn on Westheimer and I asked her if she wanted wine with our pizza. “Oh no. If a student walked in and saw me drinking, the word would be all over school that I was a big hypocrite. I’m always warning them to never drink.” After leaving, we drove up Memorial Drive toward downtown. As we passed the apartment complex where I lived I asked if she wanted to spend the night. I darn near ran off the road when she said, “I’d love to.” The next morning, I looked over at her there in bed and asked what she’d tell her students if they found out about her spending the night with me. “I’d tell them what I always tell them. You don’t have to smoke or drink in order to have a good time.”